Hiya Sharma Poet Free verse

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for Edward Ibeh's contest.    ~ Slow Sink ~

somedays, poetry can be my saviour and my slaughterer, both, cuz this heart is jus too sensitive and sinks in the depths of sentiments that feel too eternal to flicker away and leave ...

 

thank you, dear poetic angels, for reading me ever so kindly! 

Slow Sink

 star-swept with 
soft blushing blooms ...
this slow sink ,
swathes my henna heart 
with deep mauve hues ...
as I fall into the frostbitten lake 
mispronouncing ~
the marmoris of metaphors 
that were meant 
to burn with magic ,
where the soulmate of poetry 
breaks within the tears of sunset ~
sipping sighs of sorrow 
from the crystal sky ,
that leaks loneliness 
through the cracks of 
liquid lilacs and lavender light ,
because there seems to be 
no translation for the 
language of love 
that weaves woes 
from warm wisteria
  instead of blossoming
in coffee-scented chiffons 
  moulded into origami orchids ~ 
without any creases 
and I wear no name 
in the absence 
of your ablaze august ashes …

read me swiftly 
orchestrating in 
the blackcurrant tattoos 
breathing ... in tributaries 
stretching to 
the silent traces of trauma ,
twinkling with 
turquoise and turpentine

for, I am not alive ~ 
but the seas still crash 
the swollen shadows in my ribs ,
kissing the fallen sun …
that ebbs and flows …
through violets 
of vaporising violas  
like an incensed inferno ,
uncensored with ultraviolence 
escaping the delirious doom
within driftwood dreams …

I want you ~
to not speak to me 
so in affection
in this sparkling satanic siesta,
because poetry 
has forevermore been 
my saviour and my slaughterer ~ 
that leaves me …
drifting with the flow ,
in exile … evermore …
chained with
    moonstone cobwebs
of confused consciousness 
   and conversing cryptics ~
befogged with gaslit goldens
laced with forest greens,
where verses wander 
like a villain ,
withering 
         in emeralds …
 listen, O velvet ink,
               longing to be 
                           r e 
                          s  c   u 
                                e d … 

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Edward Ibeh September 8, 2026 at 1:14 PM Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest with this spectacular piece, Hiya🙏 Great use of imagery and alliteration!

Valsa George September 6, 2026 at 8:04 PM Dear gifted young poetess, back to your poem to congratulate you on your First place win. Wield your pen as a mighty tool✍️❤️

Pascal Borg September 6, 2026 at 12:58 PM Such imagery, such metaphors and alliterations can only result in a First Place Trophy Win. Huge congratulations, Hiya.

David Kavanagh August 15, 2026 at 9:58 AM Hey there Hiya! This one I can only describe as a haunting descent into the deep self, where love, language and identity seem to dissolve into each other. Yet beneath all the mind-blowing imagery, I sense someone, possibly like me, searching to find meaning in their own existence, one thing’s for sure you have written this piece much more eloquently than I ever could, love this (like an incensed inferno uncensored with ultraviolence escaping the delirious doom, How relatableI, (A fave for those lines alone) top contender for Ed’s contest, very best of luck, cheers David

Joseph P. DiMino August 14, 2026 at 10:06 PM "there seems to be no translation for the language of love" -- Nothing definitive, that is for sure. Love needs no affirmation but its presence. "listen, O velvet ink, longing to be r e s c u e d …" Really cannot separate the poet from the poetry. It is who we are...perpetrator and victim. Great writing my friend!

Andrea Dietrich August 14, 2026 at 3:48 PM I forgot your emojis for this: ❤️💕⭐

Andrea Dietrich August 14, 2026 at 3:47 PM Brilliant imagery, Hiya. Slow Sink was such an inspirational prompt. And your muse went running with it straight to a what will likely be a fantastic win. Keep up your golden pen

Sam Kauffman August 14, 2026 at 11:31 AM Dear Hiya, as I sink into the depths and hues of your poetic catharsis your words speak to me of the saving graces of writing, the agonies and the ecstasies, "my savior and my slaughter!" Every line overflows with poetic lines that speak so eloquently of this experience. What a pleasure to read such eloquence, dear poetess. Best wishes for the contest. Blessings of starlit inspiration to you! ✨

I Am Anaya August 14, 2026 at 10:20 AM Absorbing the true weight of a life, sweet Hiya is described in your voice, your precious light, and yours alone, you have summoned the trumpets of triump flawlessly. This loneliness that aches the henna heart only real love can see a slow sink coming, oh poetess as always you are true to love language metaphors, beautifully done. I predict a higher 🏆 winning placement, wink;) Love how you coiled the very last word, creating an SOS like wave. Blessings dear one 🦚 🪷

Howard Kerr August 14, 2026 at 1:01 AM A towering triumph this is, Hiya. Yours is a celebration of colourful literature at its magnificent best. The acme of talent. I rspecially admire “violets of vapourising violas,” “orchestrating in blackcurrant tattoos,” “escaping the delirious doom with driftwood dreams,” Overwhelming.🔥🔥🔥🔥 Best of luck Howard

Nette Onclaud August 13, 2026 at 10:46 AM a desolate sink into the pit of poetry , hiya...we release much angst and sheer passion to create a well for catharsis to spill our raw expressions...with alliterative imagery and juxtaposed wordplay, i am slain!

Daniel Henry Rodgers August 13, 2026 at 9:15 AM Dear Hiya, Anyone who has ever tried to bleed their realest feelings onto a page knows that exact tension. Writing can be the very thing that rescues us, giving us a place to put our grief, but it also forces us to sit face-to-face with our own wounds line by line. It heals us while making us re-examine the cut. I really appreciate the honesty in contrasting how we wish life and love worked, smooth and seamless, like "origami orchids without any creases" versus the messy, tangled reality of navigating "silent traces of trauma. Excellent my Friend, Blessings, Daniel

Duke Beaufort August 13, 2026 at 9:11 AM Hiya, my read of these verses gives me a feeling of empathy that includes sadness. While at least the character in the poem has poetry and language to express herself, I can only hope she can start living in the moment. This is a real educational and psychological piece that we can all learn from. Your work is exceptional in this regard. Hope you are well and sending a big SMILE!!!😀

Sara Kendrick August 13, 2026 at 4:15 AM Interesting lines filled with alliteration and metaphors. If for a contest, it reads like a good contender. Way to go. Sara K. 👍

Valsa George August 13, 2026 at 3:28 AM Dear Hiya, your metaphors burn with magic, no doubt.🔥 Poetry is your forte and as you claim, your saviour. From you, founts of sweet verse eject out, delighting all. Though you may be unable to translate the language of love, you sublimate your woes into sublime poetry. Not many can match with your alliterative lines. Keep soaring high. Another FAV. 👍♥️

Ink Empress August 12, 2026 at 10:42 PM Best wishes ~ Sending you light always 🧜‍♀️ 🧚 🖋️ 🪶 🐦‍🔥 🏝️ 🌊

Ink Empress August 12, 2026 at 10:41 PM I cried as i read "O velvet ink, longing to be r e s c u e d … " it felt like you were saying those words to me! Cus thats how I was feeling ~ and then you say those lines and I am just ~ ok let me wipe away my tears and just say! Youv nailed it! I loveeeee this poem! Its a fave! And yes we used many similar words and posted same time ~ shows how we think metaphorically alike! Mini-me you r

Ink Empress August 12, 2026 at 10:40 PM Your saviour and slaughterer, gosh! That line and so much more here resonates and hits my soul so very deeply dear angelic star! I absolutely love "like an incensed inferno , uncencored with ultraviolence escaping the delirious doom within driftwood dreams …" the wordplay! Is intelligent, smart, creative and so very heart touching! Everything about this made my whole mind and soul quiver in awe! Feeling the depth of emotions! And the metaphors are absolutely gorgeous! And so are the alliterations